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letra de route marchin' - rudyard kipling

we’re marchin’ on relief over injia’s sunny plains,
a little front o’ christmas-time an’ just be’ind the rains;
ho! get away you bullock-man, you’ve ‘eard the bugle blowed,
there’s a regiment a-comin’ down the grand trunk road;
with its best foot first
and the road a-sliding past,
an’ every bloomin’ campin’-ground exactly like the last;
while the big drum says,
with ‘is “rowdy-dowdy-dow!”—
“kiko kissywarsti don’t you hamsher argy jow?”

oh, there’s them injian temples to admire when you see,
there’s the peac-ck round the corner an’ the monkey up the tree,
an’ there’s that rummy silver gr-ss a-wavin’ in the wind,
an’ the old grand trunk a-trailin’ like a rifle-sling be’ind.
while it’s best foot first, . . .

oh, then it’s open order, an’ we lights our pipes an’ sings,
an’ we talks about our rations an’ a lot of other things,
an’ we thinks o’ friends in england, an’ we wonders what they’re at,
an’ ‘ow they would admire for to hear us sling the bat.

so ‘ark an’ ‘eed, you rookies, which is always grumblin’ sore,
there’s worser things than marchin’ from umballa to cawnpore;
an’ if your ‘eels are blistered an’ they feels to ‘urt like ‘ell,
you drop some tallow in your socks an’ that will make ’em well.
for it’s best foot first, . . .

we’re marchin’ on relief over injia’s coral strand,
eight ‘undred fightin’ englishmen, the colonel, and the band;
ho! get away you bullock-man, you’ve ‘eard the bugle blowed,
there’s a regiment a-comin’ down the grand trunk road;
with its best foot first
and the road a-sliding past,
an’ every bloomin’ campin’-ground exactly like the last;
while the big drum says,
with ‘is “rowdy-dowdy-dow!” —
“kiko kissywarsti don’t you hamsher argy jow?”

- rudyard kipling

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